I found this one on the internet, from one of those Technorati blog search engines. It’s a real stinker, and I’m trying to improve on it by converting it to a regional, self-deprecating form I’m familiar with from my youth (that’s yoot with a silent H) in Minnesota

So, one day, Sven and Ole went up to The Norseman to have some supper. Lena comes by (she’s the waitress, see?) and she serves up the boys two fried steaks. Quick as can be, Ole picks up the bigger steak for himself.

Sven, he wasn’t too pleased about that. He says, “Ole, when are you going to learn to be polite, eh?”

Ole frowns a little bit, and then he says “Well, Sven. If you were to be the one that had the chance to pick first, which of these steaks would you have chosen, then?”

Sven says, “Of course I’d have picked the smaller steak, ya know?”

“Well then, Sven,” says Ole. “Quit your belly-achin’. The smaller steak is the one you wanted, right?”